The Colour of the Day
Over the last week I have monitored my motivational moods while I consume news.
I’m pretty certain now that, once I have absorbed the finite amount of factual information (rates of infection and deaths) available, I can tend to be dragged into a strange mindset of melancholy.
Nothing wrong with that, but melancholy come in many colours. The intellectual space for crisis by proxy, and the promise of being rescued (if we are taxpayers), means that we tend to wait patiently for whatever will happen. This colour is white.
Patiently waiting is a skill that fits only certain global or local situations. Some people can never wait patiently and they are classed as restless. This colour is red.
Situations that were, just a week ago, extremely urgent, have become irrelevant. This melancholy is pastel coloured and blurry.
A month ago we were in the middle of a revelation about domestic violence and I think the government was pledging a few million dollars to educate the population. This colour is cloudy blue.
A month ago we were planning a growing protest to make global warming a priority for government. This colour is sort of green.
20 years ago we were thinking about a treaty for the indigenous population. We didn’t get a chance to be a part of a truthful conversation offered in the Uluru Treaty. This colour is still red black and ochre yellow.